Fallout (Crank 3)

while I do my air shift.

Can’t let my listeners know

I’ve just been kicked out

of my bedroom, not to mention

maybe out of my girlfriend’s bed.

Celebrities don’t get kicked

out of places, right? I slip into

Biggest Little City radio star mode.

“What’s up, Reno? If your

Nevada Day was anything like

mine, I know what was up

this morning. Hope your

evening rocks just as hard. Coming

up, White Tie Affair and

Sugarcult. But let’s get things

started with Three Days Grace.”

Cool as ice cream.

A LITTLE AFTER MIDNIGHT

One of my groupies calls and I offer

her the David Cook tickets, which, as

promised, were in my in-box. For

real? What can I give you for them?

I get her meaning, but pretend

innocence. “Nothing but love,

honey, nothing but love. Track me

down at the parade tomorrow.”

The pimply overnight geek comes

in ten minutes late. I don’t say a word

as I vacate the booth. The night

squeezes me with icy fingers, chills